"Law...... Mage, what's wrong with you? ”

The mage wiped the blood from his mouth and shook his head, sobering up his somewhat confused brain: "Something is wrong, it seems that the person who is looking for you to trouble has a lot of ability, and he should have a treasure to protect himself, and he can actually block the spell of this mage, and even eat this mage!" ”

The man in the white suit was shocked and immediately said, "Master, you must save me!" I spend so much money for you to ...... here."

"Don't worry!" The mage waved his hand and said, "I just used a small spell casually, but it was just a good moment, and I fell in touch with his path...... This time, make all the preparations and open the altar, there must be no problem! ”

The man in the white suit breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!" Mage, tell me what you need, and I'll arrange for someone to prepare it right away! ”

"No, I've prepared all the things I need for the altar technique." The mage raised his eyelids, squinted at the man in the white suit, and said, "Moreover, what the group of people under your hands are looking for is useless to me. ”

Although the man in the white suit has scolded many words in his heart, he still has a smile on his face.

Before he saw the mage, he also had a headache and nightmares from those unjust souls for a while.

was killed by him, by his strong daughter, and the boss of the year, as well as the brothers who were killed by black, bad guys, etc...... Without the mage's talisman and mana protection, he would never have lived such a peaceful and comfortable life.

I don't do bad things in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts calling the door in the middle of the night.

Life is not shallow, and of course you will be haunted by unjust spirits at night.

The mage teleported and grabbed a table.

The hands were unfolded, and a red cloth seemed to be spiritual, and it automatically spread out and fell on the table.

There were three things on the table.

Baby skulls, umbilical cords, blood.

The mage chanted an incomprehensible incantation, his hands glowing slightly.

Slap the table with your palms.

"Smack!"

The skull floated up.

The mage picked up the blood from the bowl, bit his index finger again, and squeezed a few drops of his own blood into the bowl.

Blood poured on the skull, and strangely enough, not a drop of blood flowed down, and the skull slowly absorbed all the blood, and the whole skull turned dark red!

Grabbing the umbilical cord with one hand, he waved forward violently with the other hand, shooting out a jet-black magic light.

The light rolled up and down with the fishy black wind, burrowing into the baby's skull, and the jaw of the skull "clicked" up and down, making a crisp sound, and there was a sound of children laughing, and the listener couldn't help but feel numb in the scalp!

When the black light disappeared, the skull slowly fell to the ground, turning into a little ghost with a blue face and a skinny body.

The little ghost looked at the man in the white suit, and the man trembled, as if he was being seen by some fierce and terrifying monster.

"Thousands of miles away, take its soul, go!"

The imp disappears.

"Mage, ...... that?" The man in the white suit asked tremblingly.

The mage said calmly, "It was a Kuman Thong I met in Thailand a few years ago, and its owner was about to send it back to the temple, but it was slaughtered overnight. ”

The man in the white suit swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Before, he also wanted to raise Kuman Tong, and he heard that it was very effective, but then he met the mage in front of him, and it was better to deal with living people than with ghosts.

The living only need money, but the ghosts are deadly!

"Although that Kuman Tong's mana is not as good as mine, it is not much worse." The mage said confidently, "This time, I will definitely detain the soul of that person in secret." ”

"Good!" The man in the white suit shouted angrily: "When that person's soul comes, I must put his soul in a urinal and pee every day!" Dare to find me Deng Liyang's trouble! Look for death! ”

He has never been the only one who bullies others, when does anyone dare to bully himself!

"This man is a cultivator, and his soul is of great use to me, so I can't give it to you." The mage shook his head: "I plan to use him as a sacrifice to the gods." ”

Deng Liyang immediately said: "Haha, mage, you are useful, so I will leave it to you!" ”

The other side.

Zhang Wen casually bought a bottle of glass soda, held the glass bottle, held a straw, and felt the urban night breeze at the end of the 20th century.

The little couple on the street has been hugging each other for half an hour.

Holding a lighter and holding a cigarette, the old boy also rubbed three servings of the overlord meal, and his stomach was already visibly bulging.

The old begging man who had the most abundant harvest leisurely called a taxi and left.

"Giggle~"

Zhang Wen suddenly heard a strange laugh.

His eyes flashed, and a strange-looking doll appeared.

The doll's face is pale, and there is a strong resentment on her body, but her cultivation is not very good, and she is only in the late stage of foundation building.

It's tricky to put it in the spiritual realm, but in Zhang Wen's eyes, shooting him to death is no different from shooting an ant to death.

"Could it be that the king of Jizo hasn't cleared the underworld all these years? How can there be a mess flying out! Zhang Wen raised his hand, turned his mana into a palm, and grabbed the ghost baby.

The little ghost wanted to escape, but its mana didn't even have the qualifications to resist in front of Zhang Wen, and it was easily caught in front of him.

Looking at the little ghost, Zhang Wen remembered the spirit baby, but unlike the spirit baby who could not be reincarnated, this little ghost was obviously refined by the method of the left path, and his sanity was gone, only his strength was left.

is even more fierce than the red-clothed ghost who is full of resentment, but the cultivation is a big realm worse than the red-clothed ghost.

After observing it, he found that the ghost was painted with strange ghost drawing runes.

"Identification"

"Kuman Thong (Evil Ghost), Status: Fear, Evaluation: Eater Bloodthirsty Kuman Thong, Disaster and Evil Invite Yourself."

"Foreign imp?"

No matter how sluggish he was, he knew that there must be someone behind the imp to control him.

It's just that Zhang Wen didn't know when he had provoked other monks.

"Could it be the man in the white suit I met earlier? I just used a spell to make him fall into a fight, and the main purpose was to save the reincarnation of the benefactor, who actually controlled the evil spirits to harm people. At the thought of this, his brow furrowed.

The mana in the palm of his hand burst out with golden light, and the next moment, the little ghost flew away!

Inside the secret room.

In front of the altar.

"Poof!!"

The mage, who was calm and calm a second ago, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the person fell backwards while vomiting blood, slamming firmly on the ground, and his body convulsed.

"How is that possible! Who made the shot! ”

The mage struggled to his feet, enduring the sharp pain of the spell's backlash, and roared hoarsely.

The vicious Gu Man Tong raised by himself was destroyed, the method of law was broken, and the mana was greatly damaged, not as simple as spitting out a mouthful of blood on the surface!

"Could it be that the mana of the person who shot at me is already so high?" Deng Liyang's heart was pounding: "Mage, do you want to stop this matter for a while, you tell me who that person is, I will send someone to investigate, and then we will do it again, even if he has mana, can he still be invulnerable?" ”

The mage shook his head firmly: "Absolutely! It could never be the monk who shot at you! ”